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A MOST LEARNED AND Eloquent Speech, spoken (or delivered in the Honourable House of Commons at VVestminster,) by the most Learned Lawyer Miles Corbet Esquire, Recorder of great Yarmouth, and Burgesse of the same, on the 32 day of July last, taken in short hand by Nockey and Tom Dunne his Clarkes, and revised by John Taylor.

[Ten thousand (such as we) can ne're devise]

Ten thousand (such as we) can ne're devise
A booke so good, as that which we despise,
(The Common Prayer they meane) if we should sit,
Ten thousand yeares, with all our braines and wit,
We should prove Coxcombs all, and in the end,
Leave it as 'tis, too good for us to mend.

THE HONORABLE, AND MEMORABLE Foundations, Erections, Raisings, and Ruines, of divers Cities, Townes, Castles, and other Pieces of Antiquitie, within ten Shires and Counties of this Kingdome

[Kind friend, as thou didst once the favour gaine]

Kind friend, as thou didst once the favour gaine,
Great Britaines Mightie Prince to entertaine;
So entertaine these Verses I have penn'd,
As my remembrance unto thee my friend:
Thou knowst (by old experience) that I love thee;
And if thou lov'st mee, I will one day prove thee.

The complaint of M, Tenter-hooke the Proiector, and Sir Thomas Dodger the Patentee.

Englands Comfort, and Londons Ioy: Expressed in the Royall, Triumphant, and Magnificent Entertainment of our Dread Soveraigne Lord, King Charles, at his blessed and safe returne from Scotland, on Thursday the 25. of Novem. 1641.

Verses Presented to his Majesty.

When Israel with Judah did contest,
Which of them ought to love King David best;
Iudah claim'd Kindred of the King, and said

2 Sam. 29. 41. 42.

That he (by Right) should still with them have staid:
But Isr'el boldly to them straite reply'd,
That David (onely) was with them t'abide;
And that in him they had ten parts, (at least)
And therefore had most Right and Interest.
These words caus'd wicked Sheba, (Bichri's Son)
Most madly to rebellious Armes to run;
But Sheba's head, which first contriv'd those jarrs)

Chap. 20.

Was lop'd, and so was ended all the warrs.
I wish Great Britaine the like Song to sing
In love, who best shall love and serve the King:
Let Sheba's head be lost, and let us be,
England, and Scotland, both in Vnity.
Hee's Ours and Theirs, and he is Theirs and Ours,
Let's love and serve him, with our Prayers, and Powers;
That as the King is one, so we as one
May praise God, for establishing his Throne.
When He, (our Svnne of joy) from us set forth
His Raies illustrious, lightned all the North:
Whilst sighes like Clouds, and showers of Teares & Cares,
Was Londons, and faire Englands Southerne shares.
But this returne our sadnesse doth destroy,
Our Teares of griefe are turn'd to Teares of joy;
Our Night of woe, we patiently endur'd,
Our Mornings joy is come we are assur'd.
Hee's come to salve this Kingdomes discontents,
To cure all wrenches, fractures, spraines and rents,
Where Church, and Common Wealth is dislocated;
And all good men amazed and amated.
Gods Great Lieutenant, foure great Kingdomes King,
No doubt but he those mischifes downe shall ding
To Hells blacke Vault, from whence they first assended,
And with a blessed pleace, all strife be ended.

Verses presented to the Kings own Hand by Iohn Taylor.

In Ovids Metamorphosis I finde
Transformed Formes, and strange mishapen Shapes;
Of humane transmutations from their Kind
To Wolves, to Beares, to Doggs, to Pyes, to Apes;
Yet these were but Poeticall escapes,
(Or Moralizing of unnat'rall deeds)
To shew that Treasons, Murders, Incests, Rapes,
From Beastiall minds, (in humane formes) proceeds
But through thy power (which my poore Muse inflames)
A greater Wonder is perform'd by me:
I have transform'd a Boat from off the Thames,
Vnto a Horse, to come to welcome thee.
And now thy Gracious sight I doe attaine,
Ile turne that Horse into a Boat againe:
And all whom thy returne doth not delight,
Let them be hang'd, and then they have their right.

A Reply as true as Steele, To a Rusty, Rayling, Ridiculous, Lying Libell; which was lately written by an impudent unsoder'd Ironmonger and called by the name of An Answer to a foolish Pamphlet Entituled, A Swarme of Sectaries and Schismatiques.

VVhat Dogs Infernall Snaps and Snarleth thus?
(Begot by Tripleheaded Cerberus)
No 'tis a pretty Puppy, with one head,
A Red haird whelpe, that can both Write and Read,
Sprung from the devill and a mad Dun Cow,
Nurse in a Dunghill where he suck'd a Sowe,
This Amsterdam'd cur, hath strange Libels flirted
And much fowle Inke besquitterid and Besquirted
That everywhere his Roguish Pamphlets flies
That England's all embrodred o're with lies.
And late this cankerd viperous hownd of hell
His toadlike mallice did against me swell,
And did a poysnous lying libell frame
Against me, but durst never set his Name.
An Annagram Denominotes him well
Three scurvey words, a KNAV, REVILER, HEL,

Look into the tenth line following and there in Capital letters you shall finde that these three wicked words are his Anagram.

These shew his name, his nature and his end
(Except before hee's hang'd he meanes to mend.)
For who is fitter for black hell to have
Then a reviler and a railing Knave,
And not to hold you in suspence much longer
This fellow is a Quondam Iron-monger
And now his coppies Chaung'd, crackd Like a shell
In Gracious street, doth Graceles libells sell.
If I would be an Idle babling talker
Perhaps I then should name him HENRIE WALLKER.
But 'tis no matter, I'le awhile forbeare
Hee'l hang himself if I should name him heere;
He in his title page, six times sets down
My name, but never once, durst write his own
And though his libell be one Sheete (no more)
And Prose and Verse the lines are but eightscore,
Yet fifty of these Roguish lines (pray know it)
He stole from FENNER, the dead Rimeing Poet.
And yet the mungrill Dogg's wits was to seeke
That he was faine to pumpe Above a weeke.
To answer me, but this reply was soon
unwrit and writ in halfe an Afternon.
And what sweet stuffe his Giant muse brought forth
Those that will reade may quickly know the worth.
He layes about him bravely with his Inke
And taxes me with drabs and to much drinke
But those that know me well, do know me so
That I to both those vices am a foe,
But were I given to the veneriall crime
I would have seen his wife before this time,
If he be Iellious, he deserves for that
To wear a faire Ox-feather in his Hat;

The Rascall sayes that I was invited to dinner, at the Tower it is knowe I was a Servant there 14 yeeres.

Th'Archbishop nor his men did me invite
Nor for a meal did I the book endite
For 'tis to sundry gentlemen well knowne
That I did write that booke three yeares agone.
Let trencher knaves (like Walker) Scrape for scrapps
And with the snuffes of Greatmen Rince their chappes,
No Bishops not in England living be
That I have cause to thanke for gifts to me.
He that takes part with Rome, let him have Hell
And there is Roome enough, there let him dwell:
But though those lines may shew sincerity
Yet they are far from Christian charity,)
I hate no person, (Layman or Divine)
Nor 'Gainst misguided soules do I repine,
I hate mens crimes, no do I love mine own,
(And charity begins at home 'tis knowne)
As men transgresse, so punish the offender
As men are men so men should pitty tender;
This shallow pated foole that railes and raves,
I pitty him and all his brother knaves
Sure if they had wit they would descry
Good manners must not be Idolatry,
That Popery is not railes, though too much railing
Hath shewed Romes mingle mangle wrangling failing.
Thou filthy fellow, dost thou make no ods
Between a Stable and a House of Gods,
I thinke the devill feares that doomes day's neere
And therefore he those adverse Sects doth reare
And Buzzeth sundry formes of strange Religions
That he may catch the most of them like Widgeons;
For what a lamentable case is this
When such mad fooles (whom wisemen scorne and hisse)
Dares take upon them to reforme and teache
Various Relligions, all beyond their reach.
And this rare Rascall, (in his zeale discreet)
Went lately to the Owle that's in Kings street
There was his Bible paund (for what I pray)
For one quarte of Metheglin left to pay.
Was not this Rogue rap'd with some spright devine
To pawne Gods word for poor Welch Muscadine.
He talkes of whipping, and of Iayles to me
Of gallowses, and things called Pillorie,
And such od whimsyes, which the Gentleman
Doth hammer in his Perricranian,
Yet late Greatmen of Government thought fit
To clap him in the fleet with all his wit,
And being thence releas'd, he afterward
Was kept in Wood-street-Counter with good guard
For why it vvas a matter most unmeet
His precisous Pamphlets should bestrow the street
And make some old men, that for got almost
To ride a Horse, to ride each Pissing Poste,
And all his patience could not be content
To stay for order from the Parliament,
I hold it manners to forbear a while
Till that High Court our wrongs can reconcile
To wait with patience, and with prayers desire
That God that Blessed Senate would inspire
With Grace, true wisdom, courage, saving health
For Heavens Great-service, King and common wealth.
But Master Walker and such Knaves as he
To wait their leasures cannot quiet be:
But they must Libell raile, and keep a Rut,
And (as they please their own wayes out to cut,
And like unmannag'd wild untoward Iades
Lay by their laudable and lawfull Trades,
And sawcily to preach, prate, rore, and lie
Against all order rule and descencie;
And all such as are not seditious
To call them Papists, and idollatrous,
As Froggs and Toades do breed from Putred slime
So do these Vermine feed upon mens crime
Like Swine ith' mire, they love to wallow in
The Sordid Loathsom Excrements of Sin.
And though offenders suffer worthily
Yet will these varlets malice never die,
For though unhappy Strafford be struck dead
They mount him up a cock-horse sans a head.
And this most precious youth, with tongue and pen
Is chiefe amongst the devills serving men,
For with his serpents tongue and poysned breath
He doth his worst to torture after death,
And sure because thou canst do Ill so well
Thou must expect to have thy hire in hell,
This stinking Vermin (mounseir overthwart)
Quite oposite to Nature, Law and Art,
Holds it not fit he should be kept in awe
Within the Rules and limmits of the Law,
And therefore if the Law should bid him stand
Then he would kneele, (contrary to command)
And when to kneele, good manners holds it fit
In opposition he would stand or sit;
For nothing his rebellious minde contents
That is not mix'd with disobedience
A sister as she chancd to set her eye on
The Kings Armes in the Church, the Rampant Lyon,
She said his Priap mov'd unlawfull motions
Which did disturbe and hinder her devotions,
But when her husband came to be Church warden
He caus'd some formes of flowers from field or Garden
Or sedge and flagges, 'twixt the Beast legges be painted
To hide his whim wham, which her minde had tainted.
This was done really, and 'tis no fable
To prove it so I quickly can be able,
And now thou poysoned pickthank pestilent
That writ'st and Rimest so poor so violent
Me think this my reply may answer thee,
If not, th'art like to have no more of me
I scorne and loath, that e're my pen or tongue
Should write or speak to such a lump of dunge;
Yet thou, (well skild in foolish impudence)
'Gainst these retorting lines will take offence
And with Mockado mouth and judgement Rash,
And tongue of Saye, thou'lt say all is but trash,
And that 'tis pitty, I should thus disperse
A businesse of such consequence in verse,
Indeed, with thee it cannot stand for good
Nor can it well by thee be understood,
Thou hat'st the muses, yet dost love to muse
In railing tearmes thy betters to abuse,
Verse must have method, measure, order, feet,
Proportion, cadence, weight and number, sweet
But thou that hat'st good verse, and libels make
Dost with the Devills cloven foot thy measure take
And where thou hast no power thou dost deride
(so will all Rogues that verse cannot abide)
But let such know, that heaven bred Poetry
Despiseth mundane poore fellicity,
Nor for Vaust ayre will like a mag-py Chatter,
Or for the Crummes of greatnes Lye and flatter,
I could write lines, (thou fowle ill looking elfe)
Should make thee (in Jambicks) hang thy selfe,
Th'art fowle within, and my sharp lancing quill
Can make Incision, and with Art and skill
Search deep for dead flesh and Coroded Cores
And from corruptions cleare and clense thy sores.
Th'art almost Gangren'd, and I surely think
No Ballsums better then a Poets Inke,
My pen can lash detraction and I can
Be valliantly bold, and wrong no man,
But wherefore (like a Mountebank) doe I
Spend time and Ink upon such rascall frye
As is this gad-flye. 'Tis not Sergeons Art
Can help him, it perhaps may make him smart.
But he will be uncured, as he hath bin
Except he first be Cleansed and purged within:
So, Walker, Walk Knave, and more Roguery brew
And farewell and be hangd, that's twice adiew.

THE HELLISH PARLIAMENT Being a COUNTER-PARLIAMENT To this in England, containing the Demonstrative Speeches and Statutes of that Court.

Together with the perfect league made between the two hellish Factions the Papists and the Brownists.

[Thus wicked Satan hath a double way]

Thus wicked Satan hath a double way,
To worke his ends to hinder his decay,
His Agents are so many and so wicked bent,
They care not for the truth so they'r not shent;
If that the Lions skin will doe no good,
They'l soone put on the cunning Foxes hood.
England repent, and for this Parliament pray,
Sith th'Devill strives to hurt thee every way.

A Delicate, Dainty, Damnable DIALOGVE, Between the Devill and a Jesuite.

Devill.
My Deere Adopted Son, since we are met
And in our serious consultation set,
Let us contrive some stratagem most fit,
Our Antient Greatnesse, and deep-searching witt,
Lets lay such plots, may make the World admire,
And ad more fuell to our endlesse fire.

Iesu.
An't please your Gracelesse Maiestie to note
That I, with all the Brethren of my Coate,
Have been the truest Servants unto you,
Wee hold it Iust to give the Devill his due,
Wee have from North to South, from East to West,
Survaid the World, and wee have done our best
In every Province, Realme and Monarchie
T'advance and raise the Papal Dignitie,
And raising That, we understand right well,
Wee doe enlarge your Antient Kingdome Hell.

Devil.
Though Truth and I did ever disagree,
Yet truth I must say, that the Iesuites be
My deerest Servants, they have ever been
My Actors, and my factors (soules to winne)
But now our Cunning is found out, and crost,
And if wee look not to't, all will be lost.

Iesu.
Your Hellhood cannot taxe us (Mighty Prince)
With sleepy idlenesse, or negligence:
Wee have adventured oft in dangers deepe,
To lull the King of Christendome asleepe,
We have made Spaine for us, and Italie,
Poland, and the greatest part of Germanie,
Hungaria, Russia, France, all Catholikes,
(Except a crew of wilfull Hereticks)
Such as will not by our perswasions come,
And be obedient to the Sea of Rome,
The House of Austria, and great Bavarre,
With Brabant, all our owne already are,
But Britaine, Sweaden, and the warlike Dane,
Wee seeke their Ruine, and they worke our Bane,
There is a Parliament in England now,
That all Romes Rights, and Rites do disallow,
And sure the Scots, with them so fast are Knitt,
That (to the Pope) they never will submit,
Wee have done all we could, it plaine appeares
To set them altogether by the eares,
And wee have us'd all meanes how to prevent
All the proceedings of the Parliament,
We have sow'd false distrusts and iealousies,
Mad Tumults, Libells, base reports and Lies;
And over all the Land wee caus'd to flee,
Ten thousand Pamphlets (all as true as Wee.)
And yet we all, as if our wits were Dull'd,
Are in our expectations) meerly Gull'd,
For if we could that Parliament have broken,
Wee had done somthing worthy to be spoken.
But they are all (in Vnitie) so tide,
That all our plots can never them devide.
Which makes us now the out-cast scorne of men,
The Common abicts of each Pasquill's Pen,
And as our VVisdomes have been highly priz'd,
Wee now are greatest Fooles, aod most despis'd;
Wherefore (great Monarke of Eternall Night)
Direct and teach us to regaine our Right,
Inspire us with thy Rare Infernall skill,
And wee obediently will doe thy will.

Dev.
I tell thee Son, that since the first Creation,
I still have wrought the Churches desolation,
The first man made, I taught to disobey
The first borne, his iust Brother how to slay.
Infernally I Sodome did inspire,
Which drew upon them heavens consuming fire,
To righteous Lot, I gave incestuous drinke,
Noah unseemly in his Tent did winke,
I tempted Corah, madly to Rebell,
And hee and his were swallowed quick to Hell,
I had a wedge on Achan to bestow,
A Dallilah, a strong man to o'rethrow,
In Ahabs Reigne, I had Knights of the Post,
When Nabaoths Vineyard, and his life were lost,
The Patriarks, and Prophets, every one,
And my chiefe Enemie, Th'Almighties Sonne
I persecuted to the death, and I,
Have been the cause of all the Tiranny
Inflicted on th'Apostles, and the Ten
First persecuions on so many men,
With Women, Children, as it plaine appeares
In Histories, the first three hundred yeeres,
I in the Marrian Time did Havock make
In England, Thousands were consum'd at stake,
The massacres in France, I form'd and wrought,
And thousand Protestants to death I brought,
Two Henries, Kings of France, both murdered,
And William, Prince of Aurenge, pistol'd dead,
Duke D'Alva, vex'd the Netherlanders too,
And Tiranniz'd as bad as I could doe,
The plot of eighty eight I did proiect,
(A vengeance light on't, 'thad but bad effect)
And I the Powder Treason first did mint,
Although we had but scurvy fortune in't.
These have I done, and mischiefes millions more,
And yet I have not empted all my store.

Ies.
Great Emperour of Darknesse, briefly then,
Seeke to confound the Scots and English men,
They are our greatest and our hatefull'st foes,
Of all our Enemies, none like to those.
The Hollanders of Amsterdam, or Delfe,
Their faith is much indifferent (like my selfe)
As for Religion, so it bring in profit,
Let it be what it will, they thinke not of it:
Geneva is a little paltry Plot,
That hath all Romish duty quite forgot;
But Britaine is the Magazen of them,
That will tread downe the Papall Diadem,
Therefore against them all your forces call,
For if you conquer them, you have won all.

Dev.
My pen posts (Libels) my learned Scribes
Ile set a work, and I will fill with Bribes;
The hands of Iustice, Gold shall cleare, or bleare
His eyes, and stop her eares, she shall not heare,
Suspitious Ielousies, Ile frame, and fling,
Shall breed distaste 'twixt Subiects and the King,
That though they all meane well, Ile make a puther,
They scarcely shall beleeve, or trust each other:
I in the Church will such division sow,
Which shall goe neere the Church to overthrow:
Ile scatter strange Hreticall opinions,
In every corner of the Lands Dominions,
That those that see the madnesse of their Braines,
Shall thinke the Devill is in them, taking paines,
Like Hidraes heads, I'le make complaints encrease
That shall disturbe the King and Kingdomes peace;
In every corner, I such strife will scatter,
That it shall seeme a Poole of troubled water,
Besides, my Irish Sons (the great O Donnell)
With his stout Kernes, and noble stout Tirconnell:
These with great troopes of Rebells, I will reare,
That shall disturbe and worke much mischiefe there.
A Proverb saies, He that will England winne,
He boldly first (with Ireland must begin,)
And there already, I have so begun,
That I doubt not our will, will there be done.
Thus (Fencer-like) my aime and stroke is wide,
I strike at England, quite through Irelands side.

Ies.
Could you make England like to Germany,
A Field of bloud, a Land of misery,
A grizly Golgatha of Dead Mens Bones,
An Empire wasted, full of sighes and groanes:
Your plots and ours, there twenty yeares have lasted,
In halfe that time all Brittaine may be wasted;
We (of our holy Order) have instill'd,
Such counsell into Cesars eares, which fill'd
His Royall heart with wrath, his minde with error,
All Christendome with horror, griefe and terror:
Bavariaes Duke we (as we pleas'd) did mold,
We drave the Palsgrave from Bohemias Hold,
(For never Prince did our Enchantments hear,
But he was straight wayes ours, through love or feare)
We are their Confessors, we know their mind,
And at our pleasure. can them turne and winde,
They doe confesse themselves to us, and we
Doe know their secrets, and their Masters be,
Yet though (like Kings) we rule and Raigne,
The King of Brittaine we shall never gaine,
He tearmes us vassals to the Romish Whore,
And scornes us, as his Father did before.

Dev.
Well, since we cannot win him, this wee'l doe,
Wee'l trouble him, and all his people too,
And we have reason for't, for he of late,
A match with Aurange Son did consumate,
And his faire Daughter, sure that marriage may
Prove crosse to our proceedings many a way,
For if Nassaw had not led Belgias powers,
The Butter Boxes, had long since bin ours;
Could'st thou have crost that Marriage, thou hadst done
A worke most worthy to be call'd my son.

Ies.
The newes of it amongst us was so bad,
At Doway, and at Antwerp all were mad,
But could not hinder't, there's a power supernall,
That countermands our pollices infernall;
And since we cannot win what we intend,
Let us continually our forces bend,
That what we cannot gaine with care and toyle,
We may disturb, vex, ruinate, and spoyle.

Dev.
Ile fill the Cinque Ports of the Isle of Man
With mallice and with mischiefe all I can,
I will mens fancies with such humours fit,
They shall want time to think on grace, or wit,
Ile kil their loves, and for it give them scornes,
That all shall kicke the man whom Fortune spurnes,
Fantasticke toyes within their pates shall gingle,
And truth with falshood they shall brew and mingle,
Ile make the World of such an od condition,
Ile turn it to foole, feather, or Physitian,
This can I can doe and take but little paine,
'Tis but to doe my old worke o're againe,
So farewell Son, let's once againe begin
To doe some mischiefe where we cannot win.

Ies.
I have a short complaint few yeares agon,
A Latine Annagram I look'd upon;
Against the Pope most knavishly 'tis writ,
Ile read it, and you can interpret it.

Dev.
This gives your Holy Father a shrewd knock,
It sayes he is not fixed on a Rock:
Let him fix where he can, let's make an end,
As long as hee'l serve me, I am his friend.